Follows Put me in my place and Kill your darlings
Moltok
158 ABY
They’d called the wreck an accident.
Laughable. There were no accidents with Maros, only calculated cover stories. Merian would know. She’d been one long enough.
The simple fact of his presence here told her everything. It made her blood boil. He could have gone anywhere in the whole galaxy, like he’d chosen Botajef before. Forget about her and let her forget about him. But he couldn’t do even that. He had the gall to run back to the Empire. Then play his Sith games like he wanted to draw her out.
Merian marched to his door with weapon in hand. He’d get his wish.
The worst part was how she still hated it had to come to this. How she still wished he’d come back with her last time. They could have been together, really together, and he’d chosen this life over a bed with her. It was a slap in the face. And there was so much to draw from it.
Merian’s arm reached for the door a stone’s throw away and made the metal groan. She maintained her hold, flexed her fingers, pushed harder. Power coursed through her veins. She didn’t even need her lightsaber. By the time she was in reach of it, a final push ripped the sliding door right out of its tracks and sent it crashing inside the diminutive apartment.
“Maros!” she cried inside. “Come finish what you started!”
Moltok
158 ABY
They’d called the wreck an accident.
Laughable. There were no accidents with Maros, only calculated cover stories. Merian would know. She’d been one long enough.
The simple fact of his presence here told her everything. It made her blood boil. He could have gone anywhere in the whole galaxy, like he’d chosen Botajef before. Forget about her and let her forget about him. But he couldn’t do even that. He had the gall to run back to the Empire. Then play his Sith games like he wanted to draw her out.
Merian marched to his door with weapon in hand. He’d get his wish.
The worst part was how she still hated it had to come to this. How she still wished he’d come back with her last time. They could have been together, really together, and he’d chosen this life over a bed with her. It was a slap in the face. And there was so much to draw from it.
Merian’s arm reached for the door a stone’s throw away and made the metal groan. She maintained her hold, flexed her fingers, pushed harder. Power coursed through her veins. She didn’t even need her lightsaber. By the time she was in reach of it, a final push ripped the sliding door right out of its tracks and sent it crashing inside the diminutive apartment.
“Maros!” she cried inside. “Come finish what you started!”